Norway was completely oblivious to what was going on inside his body. Though the fact he hardly moved from the couch all afternoon, with Denmark eagerly feeding him jello every half hour or so, was a liable reason for why he hadn't. So much for keeping a set weight though because he sure was going to wake up tomorrow ten pounds larger. Oh well, this jello was worth it for that and besides, he knew some magic tricks for a reason. Finishing up what was his fourth bowl of gelatine-goodness, his awareness of things around him slowed down, yet real time seemed to have passed far too quickly (that or he passed out for a nap without realizing it) because the face of a fuzzy-browed nation was suddenly staring down at him. What a guy, thinking he could look at him that way. So he stood up abruptly to close the height difference between the two, but as he did this heat rushed throughout his body. It was burning, his skin turning a lovely shade of drunken red, as the liquor coursed through his veins. As for what he was going to say, well, something else came out instead as he wobbled a little on his feet and grabbed onto the lapels of England's thin coat.

"Iggy~ Our faeries should /marry/~" Norway hardly realized what he said, his mind blurred beyond repair for atleast a couple hours as he got a little closer. England on the receiving end, stepped back.

"W-What!"

Norway calling him by that name was enough of a sign, but the faerie thing definitely did it. So much for starting up a little competition but when the Norwegian was drunk he knew well to stay away. Yet, there was something he also forgot about an intoxicated Norway and when he felt a hand moving up between his legs, he remembered. Scratch what he knew before, /this/ was a clear indication of the Nordic when he had been drinking. Frantically, the Englishman shoved the other nation back onto the couch and decided that a competition would be made for another time, but as he made his escape a few other nations that had witnessed the scene were quite speechless. Except for the fangirlish giggle that definitely came from a certain Hungarian.

Now Norway, taking a few moments to gather what little sense he had right now, stood back up and wondered where his Iggy had run off to. However, being drunk for him went hand-in-hand with epic determination to relieve his tension. He was horny and he wanted to somebody to fuck, or be fucked, it didn't matter as long as he came. His eyes dismissed Hungary, who even though she was the manliest of them all, the female species just didn't quite do it for him that much. Her on the other hand seemed to have caught onto his problem, or it was a lucky guess, but with a creepy smirk on her face as she neared him she reached out and steered him around to face Denmark. Yes… right there in line of sight was the Dane chatting away in the kitchen with Sweden and Finland. Well, that wasn't possible. Denmark must be arguing with Sweden in some way, especially by that quirky look on his face that screamed that he was best of the two.

"Norvegia~ I need to add to my photo collection~"

Japan suddenly was at his other side, who had also been in the room during the interaction between England and he, and gave a curt nod of his head as he pulled out a notepad and pen. He must have caught on to Hungary's plan.

"Hai. I agree with Hungari-san."

It went without saying that the smaller Japanese man wanted some new material and as Hungary pushed him away, raising a camera that she pulled out from beneath her dress, he matched the woman's grin. Denmark... It had been ages since either of them did anything of the sort with eachother and it was so appealing. Feet moving on their own accord towards the kitchen he realized deep within his hazy mind that he did want to do this. He had wanted Denmark for so long and he had buried those desires for decades and now that he was in such a state of such unashamed need, he could do what he has always wanted to do. Quietly entering the kitchen, hardly noticing Sealand was in there too, he sneaked behind Denmark and slipped his hands up the front of his shirt. He had no intentions to hold back from anything either as he pressed himself close into the Danish nation's back and then quickly moved his hands down to get under those pants.


AN: A-Anywaaaaay, hahaha... I stil haven' heard from the person who requested this XD I hope they pop up sometime.